An almost parting shot:
Although I still live in this house, in a very real sense it is no longer mine. I met with my realtor yesterday. Today and tomorrow, furniture will begin to disappear. Some will move to my new house, but other pieces are being donated and they begin their journey to new homes and new families. The planters in the front of the house will be moved to my new house later this week. My new curtains will come down and the wall of family photos that line the stairwell, the bridge between public space and creative space, will also disappear into the land of waiting.
I am a person who lives somewhere, and yet nowhere. A person walking through the lands of not-yet.
And so here I am, neither here nor there. And yet, yesterday evening the emotional process of letting go was finally complete, and my brain was calm. I sat down with my needlepoint for the first time in a long time. The last few months have not been creatively bare, in fact it has been a time of ideas flashing like lightening, of wild ideas and crazy insights, but it has not been a time of focused creative work. In fact, I don't know how much time I will have for needlepoint or embroidery, or sewing, and I certainly can't create mess at this point, and yet suddenly the barriers have fallen. Let the exploration begin.
